Voltron One Shots

Poisoned

Prompt: It had become routine for Lance to swap his drink with Allura's at meetings. 'Better safe then sorry' he would always say. He argued that it was likely for someone to try and poison the princess. They never really thought anything would happen- Lance was just being paranoid and attention seeking, right? Apparently they were wrong this time.

Trigger warning: blood, vomiting, implied death

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"Better safe than sorry, remember?" Lance winked as he switched his drink with Allura's. They all collectively groaned. Lance did this every time they went to a peace meeting. He acted like he wanted to protect the princess but the tall knew that he was just doing it for attention.

"Honestly, Lance. What do you think is going to happen at a peace meeting?" Allura said exasperatedly.

"You never know" he said with a shrug. He never told anyone the real reason he did it. They all just assumed he was either paranoid or looking for attention. Really, he did it because he figured if anyone in Voltron was going to be poisoned, it was going to be the princess. And if Voltron was going to lose anyone, it should be him. He was replaceable, Allura was not. Without her they had no chance of defeating the Galra.

"If I may have everyone's attention" the leader of the planet announced from his platform at the front of the huge ornately decorated room. It was filled with metals and jewels that none of them had ever seen before. "We have all gathered to honor our guest," he nodded to the paladins. "And our treaty with them. We raise our glass to you, paladins of Voltron, as we humbly pledge you our allegiance in this war against the Galra. May we see peace in our lifetime" he lifted his glass at the end of his toast, and they all drank.

"That was kind of a cheesy toast" Pidge commented after lowering her glass.

"Yeah" Lance agreed. "'May we have peace in our lifetime'" he mocked. "Who says shit like that?"

"Hush" Allura said sternly. "If you have nothing to say, keep your mouths shut" she instructed. "They are a part of our alliance, so be kind to them"

"Sorry" they all mumbled. The leader of the planet finished his speech and then sat down at his table. People began to mill around, socializing

"How long do we have to stay here?" Lance asked, taking another sip of his drink.

"Until the party is over" Allura told him. "It would be considered rude to leave before it's over" Lance groaned and sunk down in his seat. The last thing he wanted to do was sit around at a table and drink punch all night.

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They ended up being there for two more hours before Allura thanked the leader of the planet, and finally announced their departure.

"Please," The leader said. "Come back anytime" he said, smiling in a way that was supposed to be inviting, Lance assumed, but actually looked very creepy.

"Of course," Allura bowed her head at the alien and then motioned for the others to follow her out of the building. Their ship was right outside the doors.

"You all did good" Shiro praised them as they climbed aboard their ship. "You were very respectful to them. I'm proud" They all rolled their eyes at his comments.

"Thanks dad" Pidge called loudly. Shiro gave her a look and then crossed his arms and sat down.

"I'm not even old enough to be any of your dads" he grumbled to himself. Lance laughed at Shiro but stopped abruptly when he felt something weird in his stomach. It was a sharp pain, like a knife in his gut, but then quickly faded. Lance shook his head and turned back to the conversation.

"How long of a flight is it back to the castle?" Pidge asked Allura.

"A few hours" she answered. "We have to fly around this asteroid field to get to the castle" she explained. The paladins all sunk in and prepared for a long ride. Hunk scooted over to where Lance was sitting.

"Looks like you weren't poisoned this time" Hunk joked, elbowing Lance. Lance rubbed his side in pain and laughed uneasily.

"Yeah, I guess not..." He smiled weakly. Hunk frowned.

"Hey, you know I'm kidding, right?" Hunk asked, lowing his voice so only Lance could hear him. "I think it's actually really noble what you're doing. Even if I don't think anyone's going to poison Allura" Lance nodded jerkily.

"No, I know that" he wiped a bead of sweat off the side of his face.

"Okay..." Hunk said slowly. "So, that leaders speech was pretty ridiculously, right? I mean, it was super weird" he laughed.

"Yeah" Lance said shortly. "Uh, I'm going to go lay down, okay?" he said, forcing his smile back on his face. "I need a nap" Hunk smiled thinly and nodded. Lance shakily stood up and headed to the small bunk area in the back of the ship. He closed the door behind him.

"Has anyone noticed anything wrong with Lance today?" Hunk whispered. Everyone looked around and then shook their heads.

"No, why?" Shiro asked.

"I don't know..." he said with a frown. "He's acting weird. I wonder if something's bothering him"

In the other room, Lance was curled up in a ball on the small bunk in the room. It was the only thing in there, aside from a small bathroom off to the side. Lance didn't understand what was wrong. He was fine a few minutes ago, but now he felt like his whole body was on fire. Everything hurt. His limbs ached, and head was pounding. Every movement sent a bolt of pain through his body. He had been sweating profusely ever since they stepped onto the ship. And on top of all that, he was nauseous.

Lance felt a fresh wave of nausea roll over him. He crawled off the bed and into the bathroom just in time to throw up in the toilet. He collapsed on the ground next to it, his heart pounding. Was he sick? How had he gotten sick? Was it something he ate?

He hunched over the toilet and vomited again. His vision swam, but he saw enough to realize that he had thrown up blood. A lot of blood. Terror gripped Lance's heart. He sucked in a sharp breath and then shakily climbed to his feet. This was obviously not just some fever. Something was terribly wrong. Lance fumbled with the door knob, trying to get it open. His hands were shaking badly, and he was hardly staying on his feet.

"H- hey" Lance called weakly. His throat constricted. He could barely get any words out. "Help... Help!" Lance pounded his fist against the door. Why was he sick? If it was something he ate, why weren't the others sick? Then it hit him.

He switched drinks with Allura.

Someone had tried to poison her.

Lance rammed his shoulder into the door as best he could. It finally burst open, and he tumbled to the floor. Lance groaned in pain and gripped his shoulder.

"Please," Lance cried. "Help!" he could barely hear his own voice. There was no way the others could hear him. Lance rolled himself over and half crawled half dragged himself across the floor. He had to get to the others. They had to know what was happening. He needed help. He could hardly see now, and he felt his consciousness fading.

They all thought he was foolish for switching drinks with Allura. They told him that it was stupid, 'who would ever try and poison the princess?'

Turns out he was right.

He had gotten what he wanted. He protected Allura. He sacrificed his life for her. She was more valuable than him after all. Lance fell limply back on the floor with that thought in his head.

The others were sitting in the front of the ship, unaware that anything had happened at all.